It came to me the other day:
Were I to die, no one would say,
“Oh, what a shame! So young, so full
Of promise — depths unplumbable!”
Instead, a shrug and tearless eyes
Will greet my overdue demise;
The wide response will be, I know,
“I thought he died a while ago.”
For life’s a shabby subterfuge,
And death is real, and dark, and huge.
The shock of it will register
Nowhere but where it will occur.
~ John Hoyer Updike (March 18, 1932 – January 27, 2009)
23 January 2009
12 January 2009
09 January 2009
I was going to post a video of Led Zepplin today for Jimmy Page's birthday, but YouTube has blocked all the Zepplin video due to copyright infringement. Which is quite ironic considering all the infringing Jimmy did of so many blues standards and others. Now go play a fucking record.
01 January 2009
Your fairy is called Feather Hailglitter
She is a protector of the lonely.
She lives in high places where the clouds meet the earth.
She is only seen in the light of a shooting star.
She wears pale blue like the sky. She has cheery turquoise wings like a butterfly.
at 7:26 AM